Nor winds, when first your florid orchard blows, 110 Shake the light blossoms from their blasted boughs! This, when the various god had urged in vain, He straight assumed his native form again; Such, and so bright an aspect now he bears, As when through clouds th' emerging sun appears, 115 And thence exerting his refulgent ray, Dispels the darkness and reveals the day. Force he prepared, but checked the rash design; For when, appearing in a form divine, The nymph surveys him, and beholds the grace 120 Of charming features, and a youthful face, In her soft breast consenting passions move, And the warm maid confessed a mutual love. FOOTNOTES: [Footnote 1: This fragment was first published in 1712, in Lintot's Miscellany.] [Footnote 2: The reign of Procas, one of the fabulous kings of Alba Longa.] [Footnote 3: Pope, in his youth, was not averse to affected phrases; but it is surprising that he could bring himself to call a garden "the vegetable care."] [Footnote 4: "Sliding" is a very happy expression.--BOWLES. Pope borrowed it from the corresponding passage of Sandys--"Soft-sliding springs."] [Footnote 5: Priapus.] [Footnote 6: A broad band of cloth worn by women round the head.] [Footnote 7: Sandys' Ovid, book ii.: --his kisses too intemperate grow, Not such as maids on maidens do bestow.] [Footnote 8: Hippodameia. According to the fable, a Centaur carried her off at her marriage feast. This occasioned the battle between the Lapithæ, over whom her husband ruled, and the Centaurs.] JANUARY AND MAY: OR, THE MERCHANT'S TALE. FROM CHAUCER. This translation was done at sixteen or seventeen years of age.--POPE.